Why weren't you beaten when you were a child?

I was beaten a lot when I was a child, but there were two times that left the deepest impression on me. One was by my mother and the other was by my father.

If we investigate the root cause, it is because of poverty!

Growing up, I was beaten by my mother many times. The reason why I remember that time the most is because I was almost pushed into a pond and drowned by my mother.

It was a rainy afternoon. Mom was sitting in the fire barrel (a heating device over there) making shoes. My mother used scissors to cut out the rough shape of the shoes with thousand-layer soles, and she was ready to fine-tune them.

The dim weather, the sound of dripping rain, and the quiet living room are really a suitable atmosphere for sleeping. After a while, my mother packed up her things and went to sleep upstairs. I continued to play in the living room, looking at the shoes my mother made, and I wanted to help my mother. So, I picked up the scissors and repaired the edge of the shoe.

The soles were too thick, and I couldn’t control the strength of my hands well, so the scissors cut off as soon as I went down. I cut a long hole in the complete sole, about 3 or 4 centimeters. I was a little uneasy and didn't continue cutting.

After my mother woke up, I took the initiative to confess to her: Mom, I wanted to help you while you were asleep, and then I cut a hole in the sole of the shoe. It was not big. Take a look. . Mom immediately picked up the sole and exploded as soon as she saw the cut area. While scolding me, he pulled me to the ground and made me kneel at the door.

My mother became more and more angry as she watched. She picked me up while I was kneeling on the ground and beat me while dragging me out. I was so frightened that I burst into tears. The neighbor's aunt heard my crying and immediately came to persuade my mother.

At this time, my mother had dragged me from the door to the intersection about 15 meters away from home. The aunts pulled me up, but I didn't dare to get up from my knees because my mother was still scolding me. The aunts all advised my mother: If you have something to say, please don't talk about it properly, teach the child slowly, don't let her kneel here, the ground is wet.

My mother’s fighting ability was off the charts or the aunts felt that they should not interfere too much in my mother’s discipline of the children. My mother dragged me more than 50 meters to the pond. My mother pressed my head and went to the pond. Go to the pond. At that moment I thought my mother was really going to drown me.